Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:22:10 -0600
From: A. Writer <misterliterate@live.com>
Subject: Katie and Julie

All of the usual disclaimers apply.  The following story contains very mild
scat.


Katie and Julie


          It had been a great freshman year at the state college for both
Katie and Julie, who had been friends for the longest time and after
graduation from high school decided to go to the same college and room
together.  As the spring term drew to a close, the two girls decided to
stay there in the dormitory as Resident Hall Supervisors, which basically
meant, to their delight, that they would get free room-and-board, get to
continue rooming together, and have almost no real responsibilities, since
there were so few students who stayed in their dorm over the summer months
who would require close supervision.  What a wonderful summer it looked to
be for the two lovely 19-year-old young women, two friends who were
considerably closer to one another than most best friends were.

Katie, a rather petite black-haired beauty, and Julie, a tall dark-skinned
girl with brown wavy hair, had developed over the years a closer
relationship than most because, unlike most girls (at least as far as they
could tell) they enjoyed what Katie liked to call the "Sapphic delights."
Katie had stumbled across a copy of poems written by an ancient woman named
Sapphos, who had lived on an island called "Lesbos" back in B.C.  times.
The poems dealt with love and passion, and particularly the love of one's
own gender, and as Katie read those poems as a teenager she had felt
tingles creep up her thighs and center on her crotch to the point that,
after reading several of the poems she found her panties to be practically
dripping wet with her own lust and excitement, and she kept thinking
throughout it all that she wanted to share these poems (and their
intimations) with Julie, for whom she had always had a secret love that
exceeded the bonds of typical childhood friendship.

          So of course she eventually shared Sapphos' work with her friend
one day when they were at their high school, without telling her exactly
what the nature of the poems (or her own desires) were, telling Julie to
read them and tell her what she thought of them.  A couple nights later
Julie had come over to Katie's house and the two of them went up to the
bedroom as they usually did, to listen to music, do a little homework,
sometimes dance, and always talk intimately about boys, girls, sex, and
other important matters.  Julie sat down on the bed beside her friend, with
the book in hand, and sort of breathlessly ventured in to the subject by
saying she really liked these poems, telling Katie that they "spoke" to her
in ways that really surprised and excited her.  When Katie heard this she
immediately felt that familiar tingle in her thighs, and encouraged Julie
to tell her more.  Julie talked about the material, about the love of one
woman for another, about the poems that suggested how a woman would lie
with another and then the two of them would experience joy beyond belief.
This was something, she said, that made her feel almost giddy, almost dizzy
with unspecified feelings.  They made her think of Katie, she said quietly,
looking shyly over at her friend, who had sidled right up next to her as
they sit on the bed, their thighs touching one another, each of their
shoulders leaning against the other's.  Katie looked up at Julie's pretty
face, so close to her own, and peered into her dark eyes, seeing her lashes
and the smooth skin of her cheeks and the fullness of her lips.  Julie
looked at her and wet her lips with her tongue, silently yearning for Katie
to say something, to do something.  And she did.

          Katie had leaned up to Julie's face very slowly, the two of them
fully conscious of what was going to transpire, and their lips met, ever so
softly, not even a full kiss so much as a touch, a mere brushing of the
softness of their lips against one another's, and then Katie leaned back to
see Julie's reaction.  Julie had closed her eyes and had a small glimmer of
a smile playing on her moist lips, so Katie leaned up to her again and
kissed her once more, this time fully and with more pressure, her lips
opening a bit and drawing Julie into a full and deep kiss as Katie's tongue
touched Julie's lightly, their lips pressed together and their hands
roaming to one another's shoulders.  Both girls felt their hearts beating
madly inside their chests, each of them feeling a combination of surprise
as well as lust, and they kissed again, and then again, each kiss sending
shivers through their frames, each kiss making them both wet with desire.
That evening the two girls realized they were more than friends, and their
kisses that evening brought them together like lovers.

          It took several more weeks following that before the girls went
further than kissing and casually touching one another.  Katie was the
first to make a more serious move, one Friday night when the girls had a
sleepover and shared the same king-sized bed.  They both had their sleep
tees and baggy sleeping shorts on, and as they lay there in the dark,
having built up a steamy sense of desire from sharing many wet warm kisses,
Katie reached under the covers and allowed her hand to rove over to Julie's
thigh, where it caressed the soft smooth skin and then gradually rose
higher until it brushed against the pubic hairs, and then again higher
still, where her fingertips touched Julie's labia and could feel the
wetness that was seeping from her.  Katie had continued caressing Julie's
thigh and pussy lips for several minutes while Julie lay there and sighed,
parting her legs further to allow her best friend to touch her more.  She
knew she wanted this, both girls knew this felt just right and wonderful,
and before long Katie's fingers were touching Julie's clitoris and rolling
circles around it lightly and rhythmically and then dipping downward into
her sopping wet pussy and bringing some of that moisture up higher and
continuing her gentle and insistent masturbation of her friend.  It wasn't
long before Julie felt the magic electricity of her orgasm beginning to
spark from the inside of her thighs, running down both legs and then back
up to her tummy and down again to her pussy, an electric charge of lust
that she felt was pouring out of her and then which simply exploded in a
hot and shivering orgasm the like of which she had never before
experienced.  Her legs and body shook and almost twisted with passion and
release, and Katie's fingers had stayed there in the hot depths of Julie's
spasming pussy for what seemed like many minutes, gently caressing her and
gradually bringing her back down to earth, a changed woman, one who finally
understood how good it felt to be loved and to have such a wonderful and
fulfilling physical release such as she had just experienced.

          Over the next couple years as they finished high school, the
girls developed their relationship further, exploring each other's bodies
whenever they had the opportunity, kissing like fools whenever they could
sneak a moment together, and making love whenever they spent the night
together.  No wonder, then, that they decided to go to the same college and
room together.  Over the course of their freshman year they had continued
their loving explorations of their sexual desires, finding ever more ways
to satisfy the other, licking, tasting, smelling one another, probing and
touching one another's nether regions at will, including their bottoms and
the dark orifice that for both of them held the last and most taboo and yet
most appealing attraction.  Their fingers were constantly touching and
sliding up into one another as they shared their bed at nights, and
sometimes when they would play with one another's bottoms ("Just call it an
`asshole,' dear," Katie would say with mock sternness) they would
experience the very heights of pleasure.  Katie couldn't explain it, and
neither could Julie, but both of them really got off when they engaged in
anal play, especially licking and sniffing one another's bottoms, slipping
moist fingers up into one another both in front and in back, and then both
of them having long shivering orgasms as they fingerfucked one another's
pussies and assholes.

          It was one evening early in the summer between their freshman and
sophomore years that their activities with one another suddenly elevated to
another level.  The girls had come home after a movie and sat around on the
bed in their room talking and listening to music.  Katie did a little
texting while Julie painted her fingernails.  After about a half-hour Julie
was finished, waving her hands in the air to dry her nails.  Suddenly she
had a pinched look on her face and groaned a little.  Katie looked up and
said "What's up?"  Julie looked at her and said, "Nothing really, just a
little cramp I guess."  After a few minutes, though, she cringed a bit
again and said, "Geez, I guess I have to go to the bathroom, darn it!  And
my nails are still wet!"  Katie laughed and said, "So how are you gonna
wipe?"  Julie looked over her shoulder at her as she headed to the
bathroom.  "I guess you're gonna have to wipe me!"  And she disappeared
into the bathroom, leaving the door open as always.

          Katie waited a few moments and then followed Julie into the
bathroom.  Julie was sitting on the toilet, a contented look on her face.
She smiled demurely up at Katie and said, "Thank you, my love, I hope you
don't mind."  And then she farted.  The smell wafted up towards Katie and
she could detect the faint odor of Julie's poop (and as she recognized it
she said to herself, Just call it "shit" you dummy).  Both girls laughed,
and then Julie farted again, and the odor was again heavy with shit, and it
was clear she was ready to go.  "You want me to wait here for you?" Katie
asked, almost breathlessly, because she could feel her pussy getting damp
just in the few moments she had been in the bathroom with Julie.  Julie
said "Please, by all means take a seat" and smiled, so Katie sat on the
edge of the tub in front of her friend.  She could see between Julie's legs
and into the dark interior of the bowl because Julie had parted her legs a
little.  Julie grunted and paused, then grunted again, and Katie could see
as she watched through Julie's legs the appearance of a dark log of shit.
The turd gradually lengthened and the smell rose in the room until both
girls were practically dizzy with the fumes and, more importantly, with the
lust that the fumes were creating in both of them.  Finally the log dropped
into the water with a small splash, and then another shorter turd appeared
and dropped into the water.

          Julie, whose eyes had closed while she deposited the load, had
been having simply the nastiest thoughts while she had done so.  Katie, in
her turn, could hardly keep from asking Julie to stand up and turn around
so she could see the rosy wrinkled orifice of her lover.  Instead, Katie
stood up and in a shaky voice asked, "Ready to be wiped?"  Julie leaned as
far forward as she could, holding her hands in front of her so as not to
mess up her wet nails, and said yes.  Katie took some toilet paper in her
hand and peered at Julie's beautiful white bottom, which she had often
looked at before, but never under these circumstances.  More than ever she
felt the familiar lust, however, even as she saw Julie's wrinkly anus with
smears of brown shit around the edges of it.  The smell was terrific as it
rose to her nostrils, the smell of her friend's bottom driving her to a
pussy-soaking mini-orgasm just from looking at it, the tingles radiating
from her pussy like sparks.  She reached down and, drawing her hand
upwards, wiped at Julie's bottom, watching as a patch of brown shit
accumulated on the paper, and she dropped it into the bowl.

          She took another piece, a thinner piece this time on purpose, and
wiped upwards again.  This time her finger penetrated the thin paper and
her finger slid almost immediately up into the moist passage of Julie's
asshole.  "Oohhh, my, yes," Julie said, closing her eyes and leaning
farther forward.  Katie took the hint and slid her finger deeper into
Julie's bottom, all the way up to her knuckles, and felt the smooth hot
moistness of the interior of Julie's ass.  She churned her finger around
just a little bit and Julie moaned softly again.  Katie drew her finger out
very slowly, the paper dropping into the bowl as she held her finger up
before her.  It was lightly streaked with some of Julie's brown shit, and
the odor of it was strong in her nostrils as she sniffed it in.  She
reached down again, this time without toilet paper, and slid her finger
around the wrinkled orifice, and then again slid it up inside her friend's
bottom.  By this time Julie had a hand between her own legs and was rubbing
her pussy, its wetness increasing by the second as she felt Katie's finger
probing deeply into her ass, feeling so damn good and full and wonderful
there, and suddenly she felt the shivers of her orgasm overwhelming her and
she shuddered and shook for a full minute as Katie continued to gently
probe and fingerfuck Julie's asshole.  Finally her orgasm settled down to a
sort of buzz that seemed to radiate from her pussy throughout her entire
body, and Katie withdrew her finger and held it under her nose for a
moment, smelling Julie's aroma, feeling her own pussy just soak in its
juices, wanting to do more of this because, to her amazement, this was more
exciting than anything else she had ever done in her life.

          The girls stood and Julie looked at her friend, their eyes
meeting and slight abashed smiles glimmering on their lips.  "Gee, thanks,
you sweetie," Julie said, and leaned forward to kiss Katie on the lips.  "I
never realized taking a shit would end up so wonderfully!"

          "You'll have to paint your fingernails more often I guess," Katie
laughed, and they went back into their room.  She yearned to continue their
newly-discovered play, and knew that as the summer months rolled on, the
chances were very, very good that they would.  It was going to be an
interesting summer.


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